Seen & Heard: The Days of Egg Creams and Knishes

••• Community Board 1’s Licensing Committee approved the liquor-license for the kosher restaurant opening at 205 Hudson (where American Flatbread was). The hours are 8 a.m to 1 a.m. Sunday through Thursday, 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. on Friday, and 5 p.m. to 1 a.m. on Saturday. Also, as per CB1’s resolution, “The applicant agreed to no ‘buy-out’ events that would occupy the entire space nor to the conducting of large-scale ‘private’ events and no private promoters; and the applicant stated there would be no use of the space at all after 6 p.m. on Fridays.”

••• There’s a very cool 1984 photo of the southeast corner of Canal and Broadway—site of Dave’s Restaurant—on Reddit.

••• Transfixing video of New York City (including Lower Manhattan) in 1993. So much hair!

••• Opening January 18: “Art Projects International is pleased to open the gallery’s 25th anniversary with Blurred Horizons: Contemporary Landscapes, Real and Imagined, a special exhibition featuring works by 12 artists: Catherine Opie, Clifford Ross, Filipe Rocha da Silva, Graham Nickson, Il Lee, James Turrell, Mary Heilmann, Myong Hi Kim, Richard Tsao, Seokmin Ko, Yojiro Imasaka and Zhang Jian-Jun.” Below: Installation view of Turrell’s “Aten Reign.”

••• And opening January 18 at Cheryl Hazan Gallery: “Inside, a two-person exhibition by Udo Nöger and Pancho Luna. The duo, while very diverse, create original and extraordinary works by using light to give them form, depth and illusion of movement.” Below: Nöger’s “Gleiches Land 2.”



  1. I remember Dave’s! If not open 24 hours it was open quite late and was a place to stop at the sidewalk counter for ice cream
    on your way home . . .

    • Wow, I remember Dave’s, too! My late father used to work on Leonard St. After his regular Thursday night card game, he used to stop at Dave’s on his way home to East Flatbush in Brooklyn. It was our routine weekly event: on Thursday morning or Wednesday night he’d ask me what flavor ice cream I would like from Dave’s after the card game. George Bacon, the responder before me, was absolutely correct–Dave’s stayed open ’till very late. My dad would pick up the ice cream–loose packed–in Friday’s early morning hours, perhaps after midnight and bring it home at about 1-1:30 AM! After my piles of Erasmus High School homework, and my ‘cello practicing, my father and I would talk quietly over the scrumptious ice cream. We never awakened my sleeping mother or brother. Yes, I remember Dave’s!